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Hi There! Well, I wasn't going to post another chapter for about a week, but I decided that I would! But I think that's how I'm going to do this, post chapters up weekly...or at least...try to... AngelFace, this chapter is for you! LoL!
Lauren
The Healer Chapter 2
They didn't get far. The river became wide and slowly flowed into a waterfall.
"Well," Alatariel said and put her hands on her hips. "This does propose a problem."
"No, not really. It's just water. You won't melt will you?"
"Well, no, I won't but...I can't swim."
"You never learned how to swim?"
"Nope," she said, embarrassed.
"Well," Legolas put his foot in the water and tried to step on the the bottom. He plunged in and realized to late that the water was about 10 feet deep. He jumped back out sopping and sputtering. "That, was not supposed to happen," he gasped.
"I'm sure it wasn't," she tried to contain her laughter and failed miserably.
"It's not funny."
"You know, it really is."
"It's not."
"It is!"
"It is not!"
"Fine, fine it's not."
He looked at her and pushed his soaked hair out of his face. "You."
"You what?""
"You are something else."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"Well," she said and spun around once. Her deep green dress twirled around her ankles and she fell to the grass. "At least I'm not like everyone else."
"Indeed you are not. You are different from the brain dead bimbos that I talk to each day."
"Why is that?"
"Why is what?"
"That you talk to those people?"
"I have to."
"OK." she wasn't sure she understood. Why would he be forced to talk to people day after day? Deciding not to read to much into it, she decided to change the subject.
"Where do you live?"
"On the west side of Mirkwood. I don't come east much."
"I see. And yet you're here now. Why were you fighting the Orcs in the forest?"
"They were coming to attack the west village. They called all able men to fight and well, let's just say, we got them."
"Good. I do not wish for our village to be attacked anytime soon."
"And which village would that be?"
"Right next to yours. The east side of Mirkwood."
"I see. Well, we're not going to be crossing this river, why don't we go back upstream?"
"Sure," she jumped up.
"Quite eager, you are," he said as he himself stood up.
But once they got walking, she struggled to keep up with his longer stride. Of course it might be more difficult for a lady to walk in a dress, then a man in leggings.
"Prince Legolas?" a voice asked from behind them.
He turned around. There standing before the two, was his best friend Elessar. Both men knew that Legolas was not to be wandering outside the palace, at least not today.
"You're a prince?!" Alateriel backed away slightly.
"Sir Elessar," he gave his friend a warning look. "Nice day we are having, is it not?"
"Indeed it is, but what would you be doing with a peasant, all soaking wet?"
"I fell in the river, although, I can not see why you are concerning yourself in the matters of others."
"I am merely wondering. There is no need to become testy with me, I just would like to know who your young friend is."
"This is Alatariel of Mirkwood. Does this satisfy you?"
"It does. And I am here to take you back. And I shall do as I am ordered."
"You most certainly will not. I will go home when I am ready Elessar."
"But-"
"I will go home when I am ready," Legolas firmly repeated.
"Very well. Suit yourself, but I will not be in the room to save you when the king's temper flares."
"I think I can handle my father's wrath. Now, if you will excuse us, I believe you are needed back at the palace."
"How-"
"I'm sure you are not questioning me."
"No. That would not be wise. Pardon me," Elessar then turned and walked back upstream.
"You're a prince?"
He sighed. "I did not wish for you to know so soon. Yes, I am Prince Legolas, third son of King Thranduil. I apologize for you finding out this way, most people find out and have nothing to do with me, such as I'm sure you are thinking now."
"I wish you would not assume to know what I am thinking, for you have no such clue. I was merely thinking that you should not be seen with me, correct?"
"That is probably so, but I have never let being a prince get in my way of befriending people before, why start now? I would like to see you tomorrow."
"If you are allowed, that would be nice. I am in need of a friend."
"Then, I will come and fetch you tomorrow. Which cottage will I find you in?"
"The Celebrindal Cottage, 109. I look forward to it."
"Not as much as I. But, I will go now, for despite my front, I do fear my father's temper and do not wish for him to become even more angry at me."
"I understand. You come as go as you please, do you not?"
"I do," he laughed. He stood up. "Good bye, Alatariel."
"Good bye!"
He ran back up towards the village and out of sight.
She sighed and fell back into the grass. "Yes."
Hi There! Well, I wasn't going to post another chapter for about a week, but I decided that I would! But I think that's how I'm going to do this, post chapters up weekly...or at least...try to... AngelFace, this chapter is for you! LoL!
Lauren
The Healer Chapter 2
They didn't get far. The river became wide and slowly flowed into a waterfall.
"Well," Alatariel said and put her hands on her hips. "This does propose a problem."
"No, not really. It's just water. You won't melt will you?"
"Well, no, I won't but...I can't swim."
"You never learned how to swim?"
"Nope," she said, embarrassed.
"Well," Legolas put his foot in the water and tried to step on the the bottom. He plunged in and realized to late that the water was about 10 feet deep. He jumped back out sopping and sputtering. "That, was not supposed to happen," he gasped.
"I'm sure it wasn't," she tried to contain her laughter and failed miserably.
"It's not funny."
"You know, it really is."
"It's not."
"It is!"
"It is not!"
"Fine, fine it's not."
He looked at her and pushed his soaked hair out of his face. "You."
"You what?""
"You are something else."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"Well," she said and spun around once. Her deep green dress twirled around her ankles and she fell to the grass. "At least I'm not like everyone else."
"Indeed you are not. You are different from the brain dead bimbos that I talk to each day."
"Why is that?"
"Why is what?"
"That you talk to those people?"
"I have to."
"OK." she wasn't sure she understood. Why would he be forced to talk to people day after day? Deciding not to read to much into it, she decided to change the subject.
"Where do you live?"
"On the west side of Mirkwood. I don't come east much."
"I see. And yet you're here now. Why were you fighting the Orcs in the forest?"
"They were coming to attack the west village. They called all able men to fight and well, let's just say, we got them."
"Good. I do not wish for our village to be attacked anytime soon."
"And which village would that be?"
"Right next to yours. The east side of Mirkwood."
"I see. Well, we're not going to be crossing this river, why don't we go back upstream?"
"Sure," she jumped up.
"Quite eager, you are," he said as he himself stood up.
But once they got walking, she struggled to keep up with his longer stride. Of course it might be more difficult for a lady to walk in a dress, then a man in leggings.
"Prince Legolas?" a voice asked from behind them.
He turned around. There standing before the two, was his best friend Elessar. Both men knew that Legolas was not to be wandering outside the palace, at least not today.
"You're a prince?!" Alateriel backed away slightly.
"Sir Elessar," he gave his friend a warning look. "Nice day we are having, is it not?"
"Indeed it is, but what would you be doing with a peasant, all soaking wet?"
"I fell in the river, although, I can not see why you are concerning yourself in the matters of others."
"I am merely wondering. There is no need to become testy with me, I just would like to know who your young friend is."
"This is Alatariel of Mirkwood. Does this satisfy you?"
"It does. And I am here to take you back. And I shall do as I am ordered."
"You most certainly will not. I will go home when I am ready Elessar."
"But-"
"I will go home when I am ready," Legolas firmly repeated.
"Very well. Suit yourself, but I will not be in the room to save you when the king's temper flares."
"I think I can handle my father's wrath. Now, if you will excuse us, I believe you are needed back at the palace."
"How-"
"I'm sure you are not questioning me."
"No. That would not be wise. Pardon me," Elessar then turned and walked back upstream.
"You're a prince?"
He sighed. "I did not wish for you to know so soon. Yes, I am Prince Legolas, third son of King Thranduil. I apologize for you finding out this way, most people find out and have nothing to do with me, such as I'm sure you are thinking now."
"I wish you would not assume to know what I am thinking, for you have no such clue. I was merely thinking that you should not be seen with me, correct?"
"That is probably so, but I have never let being a prince get in my way of befriending people before, why start now? I would like to see you tomorrow."
"If you are allowed, that would be nice. I am in need of a friend."
"Then, I will come and fetch you tomorrow. Which cottage will I find you in?"
"The Celebrindal Cottage, 109. I look forward to it."
"Not as much as I. But, I will go now, for despite my front, I do fear my father's temper and do not wish for him to become even more angry at me."
"I understand. You come as go as you please, do you not?"
"I do," he laughed. He stood up. "Good bye, Alatariel."
"Good bye!"
He ran back up towards the village and out of sight.
She sighed and fell back into the grass. "Yes."